AN: Well, this might be a short one, so my apologies in advance. Enjoy.

Chapter Four: A Game That She Plays

There was something wrong.

Brett knew Mickie for a long time, and he knew when something was wrong. Whenever she got that look on her face, that meant that either something was really bothering her, or she had something planned that he wasn't telling Brett. Either way, Brett knew that something good, or something bad was going to happen soon. There was something about knowing that, though, and it was the fact that he never knew what he was going to have to do in order to get back into her good graces, or what she was going to make him do.

This was going to be a very interesting evening, that is for damn sure...

Brett and Mickie were having dinner at a restaurant one evening. Brett was wearing a nice suit, and Mickie was wearing a black dress that clung to her body perfectly. That was one thing that made him love her even more. She could make a potato sack look sexy.

"You look nice, Mickie." Brett said, hoping to break the silence between them.

Mickie didn't say a word. He looked at her, trying to get just what was wrong with her, and he couldn't, and that really scared him, so he figured that he would try again.

"Mickie, I love you and I care about you. So if there is something wrong, can you just tell me about it?" Brett asked her.

Mickie didn't say a word, all she did was look at him briefly, and look back down.

Brett sighed in defeat, and wondered if it was something that he did to make her like this, or if there was anything that he can do to snap her out of this mood that she was in.

Brett was in the bathroom at the restaurant, alone when he heard the door open. Figuring that it was someone else coming in to use the restroom, he just went on about his business, washing his hands, and cleaning up.

Then he felt someone grab his butt, and that cause him to turn around, right into Mickie's face.

"What are you doing in here, this is the men's bathroom?" Brett asked Mickie.

"What do you think?" Mickie smiled as she began to unbuckle his pants.

"Whoa, you want to do that here?" Brett asked her again.

"Yeah, I do." Mickie smiled.

She pushed Brett into the stall, and ripped his shirt open. She pulled his head down, and caught him in a passionate kiss. Brett returned the favor by reaching up her dress, and pulling off her panties. Mickie pulled down his pants, and saw his rock hard member.

Brett lifted her up, and Mickie empaled herself onto him. She began to move around, moaning a little loud in the process.

It was at that moment that Brett heard someone come into the restroom. He covered Mickie's mouth to prevent her from blowing their cover. He didn't see it, but Mickie had a sinister smile on her face. She began to move around while still on Brett, and he felt as though his legs were about to give out on him.

He wanted her to stop because his legs might give out, and they were going to get caught. Then again, this was feeling way to good to stop.

Once the guy left the restroom. Mickie climbed off of her fiancee, and fixed herself up. Brett took a minute to regain his composure, and fix his clothes.

"This mood that you were in, this was all a ploy to get us here, wasn't it?" Brett asked Mickie.

"Yeah, it was." Mickie smiled as she pulled on her underwear. "It was good, wasn't it?"

"Of course. I have to wait a minute so that my legs get the feeling back." Brett told her. Mickie just laughed softly, and gave him a quick kiss.

"See you out there." Mickie said, composing herself one last time before leaving. Brett fixed his clothes the best way he could, and followed her out as soon as he was able to.

Brett knew that this was going to be a really interesting life together that they were going to have in the future, that is for damn sure.

AN: Again, sorry to anyone that thought this chapter was a little short. Don't worry, next chapter is going to be up soon. Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more!